Someone get me a medicine

Somebody get me a pill

My heart is over the speed limit

Huntin' and down at the wheel

I'm so obsessed

Can't leave your bed again

Archin' my bed like it's usually

Butterflies under my boots

Swear it's just something you do to me

Frozen, forgot how to move

I can't believe

You're makin' me

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick to my stomach

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I kinda love it

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I kinda love him, I kinda love him

Now I'm sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick to my stomach

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I kinda love it

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I kinda love him, I kinda love him

Sick to my—

(Oh-oh, oh-oh)

I gotta talk in my weakness

Six foot four on the weekend

Why am I edgin' these feelings?

Can't keep calm and I can't keep a secret, no

Lord, I can't breathe

It's makin' me

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick to my stomach

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I kinda love it

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I kinda love him, I kinda love him

Now I'm sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

Sick to my stomach

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I kinda love it

Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

I kinda love him, I kinda love him

Sick to my—

Sick to my stomach

You're making me